Memory of a Killer (2026) s01e01 Episode Script

1
Home is where I want to be ♪
Pick me up and turn me round ♪
I feel numb ♪
Born with a weak heart ♪
I guess I must be having fun ♪
The less we say about it, the better ♪
Make it up as we go along ♪
Feet on the ground head in the sky ♪
It's okay I know nothing's wrong ♪
Hello.
You have to remember to lock the door.
And good morning.
- WOMAN: Dad?
- Hey.
Hi. What's up?
I needed to borrow a vase.
Okay. That's fine.
Oh. Those are for Mom's birthday?
Yes. Her favorite flowers.
I'm going to put them,
uh, on her headstone.
They're beautiful.
- 'Morning, beautiful.
- Hi.
Hi, Angelo. You're here early.
Yeah. I got a big day today.
I got to go to Rochester.
- Oh, cool.
- For what?
It's office supplies
service sales convention.
It's, uh I told you about this.
Don't you remember?
- Right. Sorry. Baby brain.
- Yeah.
I have my grant proposal
presentation today, too.
Well, that's outstanding.
How's it going?
Good. Really good.
I think I have a real
shot at this one, so
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
What about you? What
are you up to today?
Um, classes in the morning,
and then parent-teacher
conferences all afternoon.
Maria, I'm so sorry.
I need the car today.
I completely forgot.
Well, I can take you to work.
- Really?
- Yeah.
That way I can spend
more time with my daughter.
When you're ready,
I'll meet you in the car.
- MARIA: Yeah.
- Good luck today.
- Yeah. You, too. Sorry.
- You got this.
- Love you.
- Good luck.
I know it's tough for me to be
away on your mother's birthday.
Dad, I'll be fine.
It's just that I miss her so much.
- Okay?
- Okay. Okay.
Come on.
Thanks, Dad.
She'd be so proud of you.
Thanks.
Hey, guys. Good morning.
Good morning, Ms. Maria.
- Are you ready?
- Yeah.
I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good day.
MARIA: Bye, Dad. Yeah.
(IGNITION TURNING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
MAN: How we doing, Angelo?
The target's approaching.
Black SUVs.
(CAR HORN HONKING)
Mr. Zhang, we have your
usual table ready for you.
MAN: Target's walking in.
ZHANG: It's her birthday.
My daughter wants to be near the stage.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
MAITRE D': No problem. This way, please.
- Crap.
- ANGELO: What?
Well, he's moving to a different table,
nowhere near the window.
Hello? What do you want to do?
ANGELO: I'm going to have to come in.
He's got guys on the door, okay?
You can't get a weapon in here.
ANGELO: Get me a reservation.
And when I get in there,
get him in the bathroom.
Reservation?
Yes. Connor. Table for three.
(SCANNER BEEPING)
BODYGUARD: We got his car key.
- Mind waiting at the bar?
- Certainly.
ZHANG: Go, Li. Go, Li. Go.
(APPLAUDING)
Ah ♪
No, I don't hardly know her ♪
But I think I could love her ♪
Crimson and clover ♪
Ah-ah ♪
And she comes walking over ♪
And I've been waiting to show her ♪
Crimson and clover ♪
Over and over ♪
Hey. Watch where you're going.
What are you doing?
Zhang should be with
you in about 20 seconds.
- (SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
- (CHUCKLING)
Over and over ♪
MAN: He's not alone.
(SHOUTING)
(SHOUTING, GRUNTING)
(SHOUTING)
(THUDDING)
Crimson and clover ♪
Over and over ♪
Crimson and clover ♪
Over and over ♪
Crimson and clover ♪
Over ♪
What are you so upset
about? It all worked out.
You should've known it
was the daughter's birthday.
What am I, God? How would I know that?
Let's get going.
(CAR HORN HONKING)
(WHEELS CLACKING ON TRACK)
TOUR GUIDE:
exteriors in A Bronx Tale.
Now, the Bronx is one of
New York City's five boroughs.
Historically, it does have
a reputation for being
a rougher neighborhood,
but truth be told, it's a
very vibrant cultural place.
(MAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)
Here's your cut.
You know how many people took
a swing at Zhang down the years
and died trying?
How'd he do?
What do you want me to say?
He's your nephew, Dutch.
He's got a mouth on him,
but who doesn't at his age?
You didn't.
Always a cagey bastard,
even in the schoolyard.
That's because you
talked enough for both of us.
(CHUCKLING) Yeah.
Well, we play to our
strengths. Let's eat.
(DISHES CLATTERING)
You hear about Al Beal?
Yeah. I heard he got busted.
Yes, he did. In Philly.
Al gets home, and there's
a chopper over the house.
Boom! He's surrounded.
Cops and feds everywhere. Sniffer dogs.
Freaking bomb squad in the garage.
Whole street's taped off.
"Freeze! Hands in the
air!" All the cop talk, right?
Then, bam!
SWAT pin him to the ground.
ARs to his head.
Al looks up, totally
straight, totally sincere,
and he says, "Is this
about the alimony?"
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Al Beal, ladies and gentlemen.
ANGELO: Just a taste for me.
I got to watch my cholesterol.
What are you, a dietician now?
No. Doc says I got
to up my good protein.
I got to eat fish, chicken and tofu.
Tofu.
Imagine being the guy who invented tofu.
He'd almost be as rich as you.
With my wife and kids?
You're lucky you never decided
to do the wife and kids thing.
Yeah. Well, what can I
say? I like my own company.
Still time, buddy. Still time.
ANGELO: Hey, buddy.
Yeah. That's right.
Originals.
Took me seven years to track these down.
Reggie Jackson.
Your 12-year-old self
would've killed me for these.
Do you want them?
Huh?
Come on. What, you think
I'm going to give them to you
just because you're my brother?
Nice doing business with you.
How's he doing, Jane?
Hey. Uh, well,
I found him in the lobby
last night at 4:00 a.m.,
wearing his best suit.
And he spoke to me
for the first time in weeks.
He did? What'd he say?
Something about the two of
you going fishing on the Hudson
on a raft made of old tires.
- Is this real?
- Yeah. We did.
And the fish could always hear
us coming, couldn't they, Mike?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
ANGELO: He's getting worse.
JANE: He has good days and bad.
Look. Ideally, he would've
started treatment when he was
forgetting his ATM PIN
and losing track of his keys.
Yeah. Hmm.
Hey.
I think that he would
really benefit from this.
If you fill in the consent part,
then I can take care of the rest.
Thank you, Jane.
- You're welcome.
- Appreciate it.
Okay.
MARIA: Hey, Dad. Hope you
made the sale in Rochester.
Don't forget. Dinner at 7:00.
(TIRES SQUEALING)
(DEVICE CHIMING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(TIRES SQUEALING)
Hey. How are you?
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
Forget the code?
You okay, Mr. Doyle?
Mr. Doyle?
- Yeah. Fine. Thanks, Corey.
- (KEYPAD BEEPING)
COREY: You left your bag out
here in the hallway, Mr. Doyle.
You got a bowling ball in here?
Thank you.
(EERIE SYNTHESIZER MUSIC PLAYING)
Hey, Joe. Any chance
you ran those plates
on the blue truck yet?
JOE: It came back stolen.
But it wouldn't be Zhang's
guys. Not their vibe.
Okay.
Ah.
That's not it.
Son of a bitch.
ANGELO: So, the guy I
whacked in Newark last year
was Carl Mosher's younger brother.
Uh-huh.
You knew?
You let me kill the brother
of a Bertoletti captain
and you didn't tell me?
I found out after.
There are crime families, and
then there are the Bertolettis.
It's complicated.
Different fathers, different last names.
Yeah, but they're brothers.
That part's pretty simple.
Were you going to tell me?
Not without good reason.
Does Carl Mosher coming after me count?
He was tailing me this
morning, or hired someone to.
Well, maybe you're
getting rusty, Angelo.
What's he going to find
out? You live like a monk.
You go to bed at 9:00 p.m., okay?
Don't worry about it.
I'll make some calls.
Just put some guys
on my brother's place.
- Michael?
- Yeah.
I killed this guy's brother.
I don't want him coming after mine.
Okay. Okay. I'll send
Wilson and McManus.
But you, you just stay
away from Mosher, okay?
I'll take care of it.
Like you took care of it the last time?
(PLATE SLAMMING ON COUNTER)
Let me be real clear,
okay? You work for me.
You'd be on the street if it
wasn't for me. I made you.
There's no extra-curricular nothing.
You're not going near Mosher.
You're not starting a beef
with the Bertolettis, all right?
Now, I've always given you your space,
your freedom, whatever.
What you do, where you go,
that's none of my business.
You're a dark horse. Solo art.
I respect that.
I love that.
But you got no family
at home to worry about,
no offence to Michael.
I do. I very much do.
So, you cross me on this,
and you're on your own.
DUTCH: Pick up. Pick up! Let's go.
(IGNITION TURNING)
ANGELO: Okay. Hey. Pay attention.
I'm teaching you the recipe.
Why do I need the
recipe when I have you?
There'll be three soon.
Maybe four's a crowd.
Don't be silly.
Hey, you want to come
to my scan tomorrow?
Is Jeff cool with that?
Yeah. Why wouldn't he be?
He can be a little sensitive.
Hey. Make a fuss of him, okay?
- Did he get the grant?
- Mm-hmm.
Third place, and it was state-wide, Dad.
ANGELO: Hey, Jeff. How's the beer?
Oh. Uh, it's nice.
Yeah, nice.
It's a little nutty for my taste,
but, you know, nice.
Yeah. I picked it up
yesterday in Rochester.
Did you make a sale?
Canon C5 copier times two.
- Nice.
- That's great.
I hear you scored, too, Jeff?
Uh, yeah. Third place.
You know, they love the app.
So, how much is the grant?
$3,000.
(PEPPER GRINDING IN MILL)
Well, that should buy a lot of diapers.
Well, um, so he has to spend
money developing the product.
JEFF: Yeah. I have to
show full accounting, so
Well, that's good.
JEFF: Let me get this
thing out of the office.
I need to take it to the shed, so, um
Sure. Let me get the door for you.
- Oh, thank you. Sorry.
- No worries.
- Watch the back there.
- Yeah.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(SIGHING)
You're about to have a baby,
and you have a husband who doesn't work.
He works all day long!
Unpaid.
If it's unpaid it's a hobby, Maria.
How do you think Steve Jobs got started?
Do I need to point out the obvious?
Oh, my God. That is so defeatist.
It's realistic.
What if none of his eggs hatch?
What if, for whatever
reason, he doesn't get the
He's a good man, Dad, and I love him.
Okay?
That's what matters.
ANGELO: Time for a birthday toast.
To Leah.
- JEFF & MARIA: To Leah.
- (GLASSES CLINKING)
And so, Leah is starving,
so we went and got a burger.
Then, in the middle of
lunch, her water breaks.
JEFF: What? Really?
ANGELO: The doctor was completely wrong.
JEFF: Oh, my gosh. I never knew that.
ANGELO: We go right back
to the hospital. Four hours.
(SNIFFLING)
- Hey.
- Yeah.
(CAR DOOR CLOSING)
(INDISTINCT VOICE
TALKING ON TV OR RADIO)
ANGELO: I messed up.
I mean, all this time, keeping
everything separate and clean,
and now, someone is
there in Hudson Springs
from the other life, and I
don't know how they found out.
Dutch, he tells me,
"Stay away from Mosher."
But how do I do that? Huh?
I mean, what am I not seeing?
I worked so hard keeping Maria safe.
Nothing is going to jeopardize that.
You would tell me, right,
if I wasn't thinking straight?
(WHEELS CLACKING ON TRACK)
I'm not going to do anything crazy,
but you got to help me find Carl Mosher.
You want a bigger
role in our jobs, right?
Then you got to earn my trust.
He's a bag man for
the Bertolettis, okay?
Cash collection. He
hangs around their bars.
Favorite place?
Most nights, he's at Silverstrand.
Dutch's favorite place. There you go.
(PATRONS CHATTERING, CLUB MUSIC PLAYING)
- MARIA: Hey, Dave.
- DAVE: Hey.
Um, come in. There's cake.
Oh.
Thank you, but I can't.
Come on. Have a piece.
I'm here on duty.
Oh. Not a social call, then?
I'm looking for your dad.
Uh, yeah.
He, uh He's at home.
I just came from there.
No sign of him.
Hey.
Slow day for Hudson Springs' finest?
Hey, Jeff.
I'll let you good folks get some rest.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Okay. Um, is it about Mom?
Just something I need
to talk to your dad about.
What? At 10:00 at night?
What is it?
I'll catch up with him tomorrow.
- Good night.
- 'Night.
- Angelo!
- Hey.
I've been telling this guy
to try this place for years,
and he's always like,
"No, no, no. I got to
get my beauty sleep.
Mint tea, herbal bath, bed."
What kept you away all
these years? My personality?
Yeah. I guess so.
I always thought you
were a massive creep.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Guess you won't be
buying me a drink, then?
- No. I got an early flight.
- Yeah? Too bad.
You ain't going nowhere.
Let's get some shots here!
JEFF: Where do you think your dad is?
No idea.
You think he has a girlfriend?
If he did, I'd know.
He tells me everything.
I mean, evidently not.
He's probably just afraid
you'd have a problem with it.
What?
I'd be over the moon
if he found someone.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
I mean, if it was the right someone.
Dance so good ♪
I'm going to get another round.
Attaboy! All right. I want to
see you on that dance floor.
All right.
I like how you handled
that guy upstairs.
Yeah. Well, he's the kind of guy
who thinks it's okay to
knock my girls around
and then show up like nothing happened.
Why let him back?
He's on the payroll.
Want me to take care of him?
Bold talk.
What can I get you to drink?
Mezcal. Want to join me?
Ah, no drinks for the staff.
Ah.
You know what? Screw it. I'll join you.
Tough day?
Long day.
So, what do you do?
I like to know who's in my club.
I'm a hit man.
But I only kill bad people.
In that case
What do you really do?
I sell photocopiers.
(CHUCKLING)
(DEVICE BEEPING)
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
(DEVICE BEEPING)
You must've sold a lot of printers.
It's, uh, copiers.
Bathroom?
Yeah. It's right in there.
(EXHALING SHARPLY)
(MAN SINGING INDISTINCTLY)
(CHUCKLING)
I hope that's not the guy from the club.
No. He lives in Brooklyn.
You sure?
Carl lives right behind the
dump in Bay Ridge, appropriately.
It's uh, Nicky, by the way.
Angelo.
Want to get breakfast?
I know this great place across the park.
Love to, but I got to go to work.
I'm going to get some water.
There's a bottle in the fridge.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Nicky?
(EERIE SYNTHESIZER MUSIC PLAYING)
Hey.
MARIA: Just calling to
remind you about the scan.
Like I'd forget.
I'm not that old yet.
Hey. I got to go.
I'll call you on my way home, okay?
- Okay.
- All right. Bye-bye.
(SHOUTING)
ANGELO: You made a mistake following me.
You killed my brother!
Who else knows about Hudson Springs?
What you talking about?
(GRUNTING)
I don't know nothing, man.
(SHOUTING)
(PANTING)
DOCTOR: There's the heart.
- The head.
- Sorry. Sorry.
- Hey.
- Heya.
You're white as a sheet.
Oh.
That's a nasty cut on your neck.
Oh, yeah. That's a
Almost decapitated
by a very large printer.
It's a long story. Sorry I'm late.
What about the gender?
It's hard to say from this angle.
He just sat up.
It's a boy?
- It's a boy.
- Oh!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- Congratulations.
- Oh, my God!
- MARIA: Oh.
- JEFF: Are you happy?
MARIA: Yeah. Yes!
(PHONE CHIMING)
- Oh, my Oh.
- Look at him.
Excuse me.
Hey.
Fellows, I'm going to take
off. Something came up.
(BACKUP INDICATOR BEEPING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
He's out. Earl's out.
When?
DAVE: Two weeks ago.
He killed my wife.
What happened to eight years, no parole?
His cellmate was a
mobster who ran his mouth.
It looks like Earl testified against him
and the feds got him out as a thank-you.
- (SIGHING)
- (IGNITION TURNING)
I'm sorry, Angelo.
(PHONE CHIMING)
- Hey.
- You okay, Dad?
Yeah. Just another middle-management sap
who can't find their
ass with both hands.
Successful trip to the baby store?
Yeah. He made a start.
We got the bassinet.
Except you need a bassinet
and a crib, apparently.
It's a racket.
- It'll be fine, Jeff.
- No. He's right.
But I'm going to take care of the crib.
Cookie's. Same place I got yours.
Oh, thanks, Dad.
MARIA: Shame you didn't hang on to it.
Hmm?
My crib.
Oh, hey. You know,
don't look at me.
JEFF: You know, apparently,
I was a really sweet baby
until bedtime, and
then I became Scarface.
- (BULLET RICOCHETING)
- (SHOUTING)
ANGELO: You okay? You okay?
Stay with her!
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(TIRES SQUEALING)
No!